A little flower,
Sproutin' up in the sun again,
She never thought that she'd make it this far,
But today won't be the end.
The clovers rally around her,
They cheer her on and bring her luck,
She grows tall in the warming sun,
Cause she's anything but stuck.
But as the Winter blows over her
And her petals grow so cold,
Time is slowing down for her,
And she keeps on getting old.
The ice has kept her down and out,
But her story won't end here,
It's a waiting game for Earth to play,
That changes year to year
smol plant
